It seems like a long-discarded proposal
placed in an unused desk drawer,
but it has been the overlooked notice
of love’s awkward arrival.
Conveniently, I have chosen
to misplace the key
that unlocks the drawer
and now, mysteriously,
it has been opened wide
revealing its contents.
I marvel at the ambiguity,
the written language,
completely foreign to me
yet somehow I understand it.
How foolish of me
to discard this notice
for so very long
while its messenger
has been on a constant crusade
reminding me
that I am still invited
to love;
to feel love;
to be in love….
I remain spoiled
to the un-necessity of losing myself
to anyone other than me
because of traumas,
deep-rooted hurt, and
the painful past.
But, here in this small drawer
lies the truth about the future.
I have been invited to love again.
As I hold this tender offering
I smile because
deep inside I know
I must go and attend
in the celebration
of love,
my life,
myself….
❤ home is not a place
I love your thoughts. Thank you.
Love reading your words
And I love yours.
What a beautiful invitation, Millie, and your description is lovely. ♥